The Trouble with Connor Temple.

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"Jess!" Connor called as he approached her workstation. "I seem to have lost my wristband; you couldn't make me another one could you?" Connor asked.

"I'll see what I can do." Jess tapped away at the keyboard in front of her. She tried to find Connor's personal files. She frowned. Damn Philip and his interfering, he had taken all of Connor's files with him. He must have had them at Prospero, just before the building was blown apart.

"Connor," Jess called. "I'm going to have to take a fresh blood sample for your Bio-tag." He waited whilst Jess pricked his finger. She put his blood into the tag, and then proceeded to make up the rest of the strip that Connor would wear on his hand.

Connor looked around his lab, finding nothing else to do he wandered down towards the menagerie. He smiled at Bella, Abby's new vet. Looking around he was surprised when he saw Abby at her desk; he had expected her to have gone home for the day to rest. She was supposed to be winding down her work at the ARC anyway. She was stroking Rex.

Rex however, didn't look happy to see him. In fact, when Connor reached to stroke him, he jerked backwards and tried to bite him.

Abby was startled by Rex's behaviour. The only time he had acted like this was when Connor's horrid girlfriend Caroline had come over. She tried to remind Connor of the incident.

"Yeah. I remember." he replied.

Abby was not convinced that he actually did. Sighing she continued to scratch Rex. Unfortunately, Rex did not want to know and he flew away, back into the menagerie pens. She looked over to Connor. Smiling she held out her hand to him, encouraging him to go to her.

He approached the desk, and then walking around to the opposite side of the desk he sat down, reaching for her hand and holding it as he did so.

Abby chewed her lip. Connor was not himself since the creature incursion at the cinema. Was he losing interest in her? Had he found someone else? Maybe he didn't like her anymore, after all her large bump must make her look unappealing. She made a decision there and then that she would train as much as she could to regain her figure. Maybe he would accept her once the baby was born.

Abby was tired, with not much to do since Bella her replacement had come along, she was now free to do as she wished. Really all that Abby wanted to do was to go home and put her aching feet up. She was not sleeping well at night and felt that she needed to sleep during the day.

"Look, why don't you go home? Rest, I've some stuff I need to do before I come home. It won't take me long, and then I'll be home myself."


Becker was finished for the day, and he was looking forward to going home. He was going to prepare a meal for Jess. This time he was happy to be going to her flat to cook, and he had planned an amazing evening for her. He tied a knot in his trainers and adjusted his jeans and t-shirt, then, he grabbed a jacket before exiting the locker room.

Matt's face had a shocked look upon it. He voiced his surprise at Becker wearing something other than black. "Well you're wearing jeans, Connor does too. Even my off duty soldiers are wearing jeans! Why shouldn't I?" Becker frowned.

"I was only joking Mate!" Matt smiled.

"Well have a good night... whatever you decide to do!" He teased. Jess had told him of their evening plans in her excitement, and he could clearly see that the young girl was indeed thrilled with this evening's entertainment.

The ARC became dark as various people went home. Becker was just about to drive Jess home when he remembered that he had forgotten to do something. He went back inside and returned to Jess's side a little while later. With a peck to her cheek, he started the engine and they drove away.

Matt rang Emily on her mobile phone; she had driven Abby home, because she had been feeling tired, and not having much to do, had finished early and had driven home herself. It wouldn't be long before he too would head home.

The door to the elevator slid open; secretively someone crept inside, the balaclava on his head hiding his face from the cameras.

The man crept towards the ADD. Carefully, he sat down and he watched the car park cameras. There were only a few soldiers loitering, and of course his own car, with someone waiting inside. He started tapping away at the keyboard. One by one, he started disabling the cameras, and then he took a disc from the back pocket of his jeans, and inserted it into one of the terminals nearby. A crude image of a girl sat at a computer flashed up, the caption on her screen flickered – Upload virus.

Sniggering he pressed enter. He sat back and looked around to see what other damage he could inflict on the electronics. Spying the black boxes, he removed the power cable, thus stopping them from charging.

Satisfied that he had managed to corrupt some files, and halt the black boxes charging, he crept towards Matt's lab.

The door to Matt's lab slid open; furtively someone crept inside. His gloved hands held a bottle of household bleach, something he had picked up from the cleaning cupboard. The young man poured it into a watering can and used it on the plants. Making sure he had watered all the plants with the poison, he put the can down and left the lab. Taking off his gloves, he wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans. He bent down to tie up his laces on his trainers, making sure that he had not been seen.

The man smiled and walked away.


Jess laughed as she opened the door to her flat. Giggling she flicked on the lights and proceeded to take off her coat and hang it up. Becker came up behind her, and kicking the door shut, he placed carrier bags of food on the floor. He came up behind her gently, nuzzling her neck, making her giggle even more as his breath tickled. Stripping off his own jacket, he handed it to her. Becker brought his hands to her waist, and leaned down to kiss her exposed neck.

"Becker... Stop it!" she tittered. Smiling he let go of her and waited for her to hang up his jacket.

He waited close behind her as she finished and turned towards him. She gasped at his closeness, her heart, beat faster as she leaned in for a kiss to his cheek. Becker placed his hands on her hips and his mouth trailed kisses along her jaw line, ending when he found her mouth.

"Becker... I'm hungry."

"Maybe we should skip the food and go straight to the bedroom." He suggested wiggling his eyebrows mischievously.

Jess slapped him playfully on the shoulder.

"No... I mean I'm hungry... For food!" She chuckled at his double meaning.

Becker bowed his head, he had wanted to start the evening differently, but if his ladylove wanted food, then food she would have.

He smiled as he pulled out a purple box from one of the bags.

"I had wanted to deliver these differently. Maybe climbing up your drainpipe, whilst you were in the shower. Leaving it on your bed... then disappearing as you came out." He smiled as she caught sight of the large box and gasped. "But then I wouldn't have the joy of watching you eat them!" He placed the large box of Milk Tray in her hands as he kissed her again.

"Because the lady loves..." they spoke in unison, remembering the catchphrase of the adverts on the television.

Kissing her once more, he picked up the bags and took them into her kitchen.

Becker had all the ingredients so that he could make a lamb curry for Jess. She pulled out the kitchen utensils for Becker to use.

"Hilary, will these be OK?" pulling out the saucepan, she saw the pinched look on his face. He stopped chopping onions and turned to her quietly.
"Don't. Ever. Call. Me. Hilary!" he turned back to the chopping board and continued chopping onions using more vigour than was needed.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to." Gently she put a hand on his shoulder. Sensing his anger dissipating, she continued. "I can't keep calling you Becker..." she sighed. "Do you mind if I call you Haitch, like Bertie?" she spoke softly, her voice almost a whisper in his ear.

He stopped chopping. "I'd like that." The tension drained from him, as she leant forward to kiss him, and he relaxed even more. He smiled and reminded her that she was hungry. Pleased that he was no longer angry with her, she smiled, and he carried on chopping onions.

He had been inside her quirky flat before, and he loved her eclectic style. He loved being around her. She was cute, clever, beautiful, and he loved her. He watched her as she chose a chocolate from her box of Milk Tray.
He watched as she bit into, the caramel chocolate, as the filling dribbled, as she tried to stop it running down her chin, as she licked her delicate fingers with the sugary filling. She caught him staring at her and began to blush.

Becker watched from the corner of his eye and ran his tongue over his top lip, appreciating the view in front of him, as he continued to cook. Jess pottered around her flat. Making sure the dining table was clear, cushions were plumped on the sofa and then she disappeared into her bedroom. From what Becker could hear, she was changing her dress.

Becker pulled out the candles he had hidden at the bottom of the bag. Setting up the candelabra, he turned off the lights and lit them. He had also selected a CD from his own collection which he put on low volume. He found and put out plates from Jess's cupboards. Filling the plates with the food, he tapped on her bedroom door.

Becker's mouth fell open as the door opened.

Jess had put on a long flowing dress. It was The Dress! The dress that Marilyn Monroe wore in her infamous film – The Seven Year Itch. The halter neck with the plunging neckline, the attached skirt, full circle and pleated, reached down to her calves. The gorgeous dress was elegant, seductive and had the perfect look of the superstar, and it suited Jess down to the ground. She had completed the outfit with ivory high-heeled, peep toe shoes and she had tied her hair into a loose bun at the back of her head, whispy tendrils framing her face.

Becker was speechless, and unashamed, he continued to stare at her.

Jess took his silence as appreciation, and as she sauntered past him, she tapped his chin with one delicate finger, closing his mouth as she did so.

Coyly she stood by her chair waiting to be seated. Becker was mesmerised by her appearance and had to shake his head to clear it, before he could respond.

During dinner, they chatted amiably, the candles and the music adding to the ambience of the moment.

Becker chatted about his family whilst Jess, who had finished eating, ran her middle finger around the top of her wine glass, flirting with him.

He put his own hand over hers stopping her from continuing the action and brought it to his lips. Kissing the top gently, he turned it around and kissed the palm of her hand, he carried on slowly moving up her arm until her was stood by her side kissing her neck. His kisses sending shivers through her body.

Gently he eased her up until she was standing. Then he bent down and blew out the candle. Then ever so carefully, he lifted her up and carried her to her bedroom. Jess's shoes falling to the floor as he did so.


I own Caroline Lester, Bertie Becker, Luke Temple, Mike Malonino, General White and Justin McDonalds.

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